Poems

Summer - Los Angeles, CA, 2008 - J. Waggle

I woke up in the morning to find that I was flat against the wooden floor
My bed had deflated during the night
I didn't know where I was and she wasn't there
I peeled myself off of the floor and declared, "Welcome to your life buddy boy."
It didn't really help to motivate me.
It was early and my friend was still asleep in the other room.
I decided to clean up and pretend like nothing had happened
No pain. No hardship. Nothing but sweet denial.
It wasn't until later that I would finally surrender myself.
I had landed in Los Angeles with two boxes, a suitcase, and a guitar.
Life dribbled on in sepia tones.